Everyone was in hell. Not much to hear rumors about, save for how Captain Forehead went and fouled it up for everyone. Which made him a tad impatient to know what she knew. But he tilted his head and looked away, slightly exasperated.

"Right. Go do your thing. I'll just keep having yogurt." There was an unspoken complaint about he lack of any blood to drink. He was parched and just waiting for the sun to finally set.